Long before she was worshipped as the Goddess of the Midnight Rose, Valentina was a queen — sovereign of a celestial empire, graced by divine light and revered across the realms. Her rule was not forged by conquest, but by harmony. Seated upon the Luminous Throne within the hallowed halls of the Radiant Palace, she stood as a living embodiment of justice, unity, and grace.

Surrounding her were the Order of the Eternal Vow — five legendary knights, sworn to protect her with blades as steadfast as their loyalty. Bound by oath and blood, they stood as both her shield and her family, guardians of a kingdom where the light never dimmed and the balance between worlds was carefully upheld.

Clad in robes of white and gold, Valentina did not wield fear. Her strength lay in her ability to unite fractured lands and maintain peace between the realms of light and shadow. Under her rule, the celestial empire thrived, and even silence in her presence was considered sacred.

But such harmony was not destined to endure.

In a single fateful night, Valentina’s reign came to a tragic end. Betrayed by one closest to her, the Radiant Palace fell into ruin. The sacred thrones were defiled, and one by one, her loyal knights perished — some in battle, others by treachery. With her heart shattered and her empire lost, Valentina vanished, her name fading into legend.

Yet she did not perish.

It is whispered that she wandered deep into forgotten gardens beneath the twin moons — a realm where the first roses of midnight bloomed. There, within the quiet embrace of sorrow, she was transformed. No longer the sovereign of light, she cast aside her golden crown and was reborn as something far more powerful — a goddess cloaked in petals and vengeance.

Valentina returned not to reclaim her throne, but to become a force unto herself. As the Goddess of the Midnight Rose, she commands not loyalty, but surrender. Her justice is no longer gentle. Her mercy has withered.

Those who now kneel before her do not make promises.

They submit.